When a story takes on a life of its own, and the characters act out as they were created to do…things happen, that are both poignant and remarkable. You as a writer end up being a spectator it seems, and watch history occur right before your eyes.
Regardless of how you feel about another writer, and their characters – you play the game you start and the events are sometimes out of your control, once a play is made. To accept what has happened, and post the reaction from the character’s point of view, while you the writer are upset by what happened is one of the greatest challenges for a role player.
This is what happened last night. A character lost…but the story, though truly sad…..won.